swimming with the sharks , open

[Peter Pettigrew]

Peter sighed as he stepped out of the castle. He had been working on a rather difficult essay, at least difficult for him, and had lost track of the time which also meant that he had lost track of his friends. There was something about not being around the three of them that made him feel out of place, like he didn’t belong in this castle without being around them. Peter scrunched his nose up at the thought and made a frustrated sound. He had managed to pass well enough, granted Remus had helped him with most of the work, but he had earned his place in this school, right? So why did he still feel so out of place?

Peter shook his head at himself as he walked into the courtyard. He settled down to the ground, leaning his back against the bench he had set in front of. He leaned forward and set down his rat, Eris, giving her space to roam around if she wanted to. Much like him, she didn’t wander too far on her own and always came back to what was familiar to her. “Good girl.” Peter ran his hand lovingly down her back before she darted off into the grass near the edges of the bench.